The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 426 Ch.425 The Truth
The guards knew Peggy.

Or rather, they seemed to see Peggy often.

——These people looked at the carriage with vigilance until Peggy jumped off and put on an awkward smile again.

'I'm here to visit the patient.'

'who? ’

'Old Moor's daughter.'

The guards did not stop them and let Peggy lead three ragged, black-faced miners into the town - thanks to Miss Lillian Rose Vansittart's makeup, Roland felt like he was painted like a black slave marked with a price in the London market.

There were small sheds all over the town, made of sheets and wooden stakes: they were so crude that they couldn't keep out the wind in winter or provide protection from the sun in summer.

The room was filled with patients covered in white sores.

The coughs formed waves, drilled into the eight ears, and buzzed in the head.

"Cough cough cough..."

Sheds next to sheds.

They walked for about ten minutes and found the person they were going to meet in an open space full of sheds leading to the inner town.

A girl with curly brown hair.

Nina Moore.

Old Moore, the tavern owner's daughter.

The pale-faced girl looked no more than ten years old, paler than the heavily powdered ladies at the party. Her lips were gray, and there were many white, soft pustules on the tip of her nose, cheeks, and neck, where the skin was exposed.

She saw Peggy lift up the bill and let out an "ah". When she anxiously stood up, the pustules on her skin were compressed and spurted out thick white juice.

But there was no trace of foul or pungent smell.

It's more like a light, fragrant but not overpowering floral scent.

"Lie down!"

Peggy trotted over, put her arms around the girl's neck, let her lean against her arms, and slowly placed her on the wooden board.

"They won't even give you a blanket!"

Nina Moore blinked, showing her bad teeth: "I drank the broth."

Peggy didn't mind the thick white juice getting on her body. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the broken sores on her face.

"…how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, sis. How's my dad?"

Peggy nodded silently, combing her curly hair, over and over again, like a comb.

Soon, her eyes were red.

There was fallen hair between my fingers.

"I'll be fine." Nina grabbed Peggy's sleeve and looked aside: "Who are they?"

Paige said in a nasal voice: "...my friend."

"You've made a new friend!"

This girl is so cheerful that she doesn’t look like she is ill—no, perhaps everyone in this town is so cheerful that they don’t look like they are suffering.

Even in the mines, besides the wild beast-like cries, what Rolando heard were the endless echoes of obscene songs or deep calls.

I even heard some of the lines I sang that night.

The girl is like the miners.

Frankly speaking, Roland has discovered over the years that humans are probably only good at two things: some are good at laughing in hell, and others are good at creating hell.

"Hello!"

While Peggy was wiping her tears, she greeted Roland: "I'm Nina Moore! I'm sick now, and it will take two months to recover!"

two months.

However, everyone present knew that there was currently no cure for this disease and she might not live for more than two months.

"Did my father ask you to pay for it?" After greeting the three strangers, she immediately turned to Peggy with a worried look on her face: "He has never done this job before, maybe he just can't do it. Sister, he will hide away and cry secretly."

Her mischievous tone could not hide the physical pain she was feeling. She talked about her father, saying that he was strong and would never be infected with this strange disease. She asked Peggy to tell her father that she would be back soon.

Wait until the disease is cured.

"The pub is doing very well." Peggy touched her face and forced an ugly smile: "Great. When you go back, you will be the little princess of "BBQ Hands".

"I don't feel as much pain recently, sister." Nina Moore moved her arm, "Am I getting better soon?"

Peggy was silent.

…………

……

"Nina Moore is the town's chick."

Tents were connected to tents, but there were also spacious places. Roland found that the guards were mostly outside the town, at the entrance and exit of the town, but there were very few patrols inside.

Peggy told them that old Moore's daughter was pretty and lived on her own "skills".

Later, I didn’t know who I served.

She contracted the disease.

Peggy led them around a small road and said, "Old Moore was originally a miner. When I was a child, I knew his wife and lived in his little house."

Later the house was demolished.

"So, you built 'The Griller' and made him your boss," Kingsley responded.

Peggy nodded gently. "Old Moore's family are all good people. If it weren't for the 'white mine', his wife and daughter wouldn't have ended up like this. We all know that even if a woman does this kind of work, she wouldn't die so soon unless she's extremely unlucky."

"I was still young at that time, so I could only secretly throw a few coins when the servants were distracted."

Kingsley sighed, "This won't solve anything, Miss Streeter, it will just get them into trouble."

"Yeah, they did get in trouble because of my ignorance."

Peggy lowered her eyes and said nothing more.

This narrow road is as winding as an intestine, with many forks in the road. If you are not familiar with it, you will never reach your destination.

They walked for a long time, almost thirty minutes.

Among these ordinary ruins, Peggy knocked on the door of a half-collapsed two-story building.

There are copper rings hanging on the wooden doors.

Paige knocked five times, paused, and knocked three more times.

Half a minute later, the door creaked open a crack.

An eye emerged from the darkness, examining the visitor at the door—and then saw Peggy.

"Miss!"

The boy opened the door, his face full of joy but also a lot of vigilance: he saw Roland and Kingsley behind Peggy.

"This is my friend. Kohler, open the door."

At this time, the three men discovered that although the door was opened a crack, there was still an iron chain hanging from the inside - the boy was not tall, wearing a felt hat, pushing the door with one hand, and holding a double-shot musket that was too big for him in the other hand.

After struggling with the chain, he held the gun and stepped out of the way.

His eyes were still fixed on them.

"I'm going to 'that' place and change their clothes."

After she finished speaking, she turned around again and faced Rose.

"Do not ask."

she says.

"Come with me, I'll show you the real 'white mine'."

In one of the boxes in the room were stacked many dirty police uniforms - the uniforms worn by the guards, with the Streeter family crest embroidered on them.

Kingsley and Roland had already realized something, but Rose went to the next room to change her clothes and asked while adjusting her collar.

Apparently Khloe isn't the only one following Paige.

As they left from another door of the building and headed towards the factory in the town center, several guards smoking cigarettes winked at Peggy and let them go through the back door of the factory - a building connected to the stone workshop, where there was a road that led directly into the factory.

then.

Rose saw many dead bodies.

They were dead stone sculptures.

(End of this chapter)